“God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.”

My sun sets to rise again.

Truth never hurts the teller.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul’s wings never furled!

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o’ercomes doubt.

Grow old with me. The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first was made.

To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

Ah, love, – you are my unutterable blessing…..I am in full sunshine now.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

There are three ways of learning golf: by study, which is the most wearisome; by imitation, which is the most fallacious; and by experience, which is the most bitter.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.

A pretty woman’s worth some pains to see.